The Ocean's Roar
A faraway moon took a close-up look
At the waves of the sea as the ocean shook
And the fervor that raged ‘neath the palm of the sky
Bore aloft on its wings the scream of a cry
Of a cry that was greater as twilight began –
‘Twas the cry of the night in the voice of a man
There stood he alone, alone stood as one
On the side of the sea as the evening begun
While the gloaming fell over the ocean’s roar
Stood the man on the sand at the ocean’s door
With a gleam in his eye there he stood on the sand
And out to the sea to the sky held his hand
Held his hand out to capture the pearl in the night
As it rose in its glow in the eye of his sight
And he closed his fist over the jewel he would take
From the sky to the sea as it raged in its wake
And raised it up high with a mighty roar!
For the pearl of the night – now in hand evermore!
But the tide overwhelmed him and under he fell
And swooned in the sway of the great ocean’s spell
While the moon traveled calmly on over his head
He slept fitful dreams with the sand for his bed
And awoke, empty-handed, with a stir and a jolt
Well after the moon from the tide had broke –
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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